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1  I haven't fucked much with the past   I haven't fucked much with the past, 1
2  But I've fucked plenty with the future   but I've fucked plenty with the future. 2
3  Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters   Over the skin of silk are scars from the            3
4  Of     stations and walls I've caressed   splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. 4
5                                               A stage is like each bolt of wood, 5
6  A stage is like each bolt of wood like a                            like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. 6
7  Like a log               of Helen, is my pleasure        I would measure the success of a night by the way 7
8  I would measure     the success of a night                          by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude 8
9  By the way by          the way by the amount of piss   over the columns that nestled the P.A.                            9
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2  And seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A.   2
  Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off  Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off
10  With a skirt of green net sewed over         with a skirt of green net sewed over with 10
11  With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed         flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. 11
12                                                                           The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, 12
13  The lights were violet and white, I had an ornamental veil                                       but                                    I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, 13
14  But I couldn't bear to use it, when my hair was cropped                  I craved covering, but now            my hair itself is a veil, 14
15  I craved covering but now that my hair itself is a veil                              and the scalp inside                              is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy 15
16  And the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy   Comanche lies beneath this netting           of the skin.              16
17                                                                      I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully 17
18  Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin   and my knees are open to the sun. 18
19  I wake up, I am lying peacefully, I am lying peacefully   I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. 19
20  And my knees are open to the sun                         In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; 20
21             I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me   in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist,            21
22                                                  and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. 22
23  In, in heart I am a Moslem, in heart I am an American                   I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; 23
24  In heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist   the layers; the scroll of ancient letters.                            24
25  And I have no guilt                        We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, 25
26                                                          the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. 26
27  I seek pleasure, I seek the nerves under your skin         He spared                     the child and spoiled the rod. 27
28  The narrow archway, the layers, the scroll of ancient lettuce   I have not sold myself to God.                       28
3  We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly   3
4  The mole on the belly of an exquisite whore   4
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6  He spared the child and spoiled the rod   6
7  I have not sold myself to God   7
      


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